“If you need me for anything at all, give me a ring,” Jordan insisted. “I’ll have my phone on full volume all night, and we’re only ten minutes away if there’s an emergency...”

“Dude, it’ll be fine,” Katie reassured her. Jordan’s best friend was half-sitting, half-lying on the sofa, dressed comfortably in a grey hoodie and tracksuit trousers. “How many times have I babysat in the last eight years?”

“I dunno. Over a hundred?”

“And how many crises have we had in that time?”

“Two,” Jordan admitted.

“Exactly. And neither of them were that bad, anyway. I mean, Lizzie was still laughing after she hit the bottom of the stairs.”

“Lucky she only fell down four of them.” Jordan neglected to mention that Lizzie would have been unharmed even if she’d fallen from the very top. Knowing her child had supernatural invulnerability didn’t stop her worrying. It was irrational, she knew, but she couldn’t help it. Apart from anything else, now that Lizzie was getting older and the day she gained the full range of her powers was drawing ever closer, Jordan was more worried about Katie than her demonic daughter. She’d like to think Lizzie wouldn’t do anything to harm or endanger her own godmother, but it was hard to be sure what a demon (or a teenager) could be capable of.

Her anxious musings were interrupted by a knock at the front door. Trotting across the living room, her gleaming black heels leaving indentations in the carpet with every step, she opened the door to find a slight, brown-haired man dressed in a dark purple suit, with a beaming smile on his face and a small bouquet of white flowers in his hand.

“Aww, are those primroses? You shouldn’t have!”

Thomas smiled. “It’s no trouble. Gotta make sure the fairies keep the house safe while you’re out, right?”

Jordan raised an eyebrow at him, while Katie came over to join them, taking the primroses. “Hi, Tom,” she said with a grin. “I’ll look after these for ya, J.”

“Thanks, Katie.” Jordan reached out and gave her upper arm an affectionate squeeze, before stepping through the doorway.

“You kids have fun,” the shorter woman said playfully, winking at the couple as she closed the door behind them.

Jordan immediately turned to her date. “Fairies aren’t real, are they?”

He grinned mischievously. “I couldn’t possibly comment. Lizzie still up?”

“No, I put her to bed like ten minutes ago. She was pretty knackered - I gather you two had a good day out?”

“Oh, yeah.” They began walking down the street as they talked. “She caught me up on all the latest gossip from her school. Apparently she and Christina were girlfriends, but then she saw Christina holding hands with Heather, so now they’re not speaking and she’s going out with Daisy instead. I dunno who any of these kids are.”

Jordan snorted with laughter. “Did she mention that all this took place in the space of one breaktime? Not even lunch break either, little break.”

“She didn’t, but I had a sneaking suspicion,” Thomas sniggered. “Kids, eh? How about you, how’ve you been?”

She exhaled heavily. “Been a long and fairly frustrating week. The kids have been fine, but my boss has been pissing me off. I could really use this night out.”

“Aw, poor love,” he said sympathetically. “I’ll try and make it worth the wait.”

She smiled coyly. “Well, we can get started whenever you like.”

He grinned, his eyes literally lighting up. “Kiss me.”

Seized by an overpowering compulsion, she stepped close and locked lips with him.

“Ooh,” she mumbled, blushing, as he eventually pulled away. “I feckin’ love that. I don’t know how you don’t do that with everyone, all the time.”

He shrugged bashfully. “I dunno, I just... If I’m in a hurry and haven’t got enough change for a coffee, I’ll have the server undercharge me. But more than that, violating someone’s consent in a more serious way - it doesn’t feel great. I don’t really enjoy it. I only do it if it’s necessary - if there are lives at risk, or something.”

She gave him a quizzical smile. “Y’know, for a demon, you’re really not that demonic!”

He laughed good-naturedly. “I know. Most demons - including my own children - wouldn’t care about their victims’ consent. In fact, they get off on ignoring it. But I - well, I guess I’m wired differently. I prefer to enthral consenting subjects, like you.” He looked sheepish. “That first time, the day we conceived Lizzie - I didn’t expect my breeding time to come around then, I thought I’d have a few more years. If I’d anticipated, I’d have planned it better.”

“How so?”

“Well, in the past, with the other mums, I’ve approached them before my breeding time, chatted them up, then told them what I really am and seen if they’re interested.”

Jordan raised her eyebrows. “And that worked?”

“More often than you’d think!” He hesitated, smiling softly at her. “I want you to know, though - if I hadn’t lost control that day, if I’d known it was coming and I’d had more time to plan... I’d still have chosen you.”

She returned his smile, a wave of affection for him spreading through her. “I’m really glad to hear it. And so you know, you don’t need to feel guilty. You gave me the night of my life, and you gave me my daughter. So, no apologies needed, ever.” Her smile turned naughty. “Although, if you really want to make it up to me, you know how...”

He chuckled, leaning in close and putting his hands on her waist, their eyes meeting. She felt suddenly small, and vulnerable - and he hadn’t even used his powers on her yet, not since their kiss anyway. Although, she could see the crimson glimmer reappearing in his irises even now. She braced herself, ready to feel her willpower drown beneath his dark magic. Fuck, she was wet...

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I want you to fuck me in the back of the taxi,” she blurted, her eyes going wide as the words fell past her lips. “I want you to eat me out - I wanna wrap my legs around your head, and shove my cunt right in your mouth... I want you to take me, hard, any way you like, all night lo-” Thomas cut off her babbling by pressing his finger against her lips. She shuddered with barely-contained lust, gazing pleadingly into his eyes.

“Our carriage awaits, m’lady,” he smirked, raising an arm and gesturing towards the end of the road.

Reluctantly breaking eye contact, Jordan followed the direction in which he was pointing, and gasped in surprise. “That’s not a taxi!” she cried delightedly.

“No, it’s not,” he teased her. “I felt like spoiling you.”

She scurried giddily over to the limo, her pace on her heels still slow and unsteady enough that Thomas was able to overtake her and open the door for her. He gave her a deferential half-bow as she clambered into the back of the car, quickly following her in. “I can’t believe you splashed out for a limo,” she exclaimed, luxuriating in the velvety upholstery. “I thought you believed in being careful with money!”

“I do!” he insisted. “But I do have plenty - am I not allowed to use it to treat the mother of my child now and again?”

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” she chuckled. “Although ‘now and again’ isn’t too accurate. ‘On staggeringly rare occasions’ would be closer!”

He tutted. “First of all, it was you who insisted I spend my wealth on important things for Lizzie.”

“I stand by it. But I do like treats.” She grinned at him, fully aware she was being a hypocrite and seeing no reason to be ashamed of it. There was no-one less likely to judge her than a demon.

“And secondly, we always get a limo on our dates.”

Jordan did a double take. “What? No, we don’t,” she snorted.

“We do,” he said with a wicked leer. “I always make sure you forget by the time of our next date, so it’ll be a lovely surprise for you again.”

She stared at him, eyes wide, mouth agape in surprise. He kept grinning puckishly at her, giving nothing away. She had no idea if he was telling the truth.

She fucking loved that.

“Elodie,” he called out. “Could you take us to the restaurant, please?”

“Yes, sir,” came the clipped, professional reply from the driver’s seat. Seconds later, they were pulling away from the curb. Blushing and giggling, Jordan buried her head in Thomas’ shoulder, allowing his arm to slide down her back and fondle her butt.

She was expecting a very fun evening.

***

“What panties are you wearing?”

Jordan almost choked on her wine at the casual question. They’d been chatting casually as they waited for their food to be served - Jordan had recounted some of the latest drama from her school, mainly to do with unruly children and office politics, while Thomas had shared an anecdote about the time he saw the French opera singer Julie D’Aubigny win a duel, which, she had to admit, was a much more interesting story. She’d been laughing at his description of Julie’s hapless opponent, when he’d suddenly inquired about her underwear. At a normal volume, in a nonchalant tone, in the middle of a busy restaurant.

“Uh - I dunno,” she stammered, glancing around to check no-one had heard him.

He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know?”

“Well, I’m not exactly gonna start describing them to ya right here!” She giggled nervously. “Wait ’til later, you’ll see for yerself...”

“Not sure I can wait that long, love.” Picking up his drink, Thomas casually said something in a language Jordan recognised as Old Aramaic, his eyes glowing as he lifted the glass to his lips. Although she didn’t understand the words, she still somehow knew exactly what he had said.

Smiling broadly, she hiked her dress up a little, and then reached under the bottom and hooked her fingers around her panties, tugging them down. They dropped to the floor, and she eased one foot out of them and used the other to lift them up, before snatching them off the heel. She deposited the lacey burgundy underwear in a crumpled heap in the middle of the table, and sat back in her seat.

As he sipped his beer and unhurriedly reached out to take the panties, Jordan’s eyes widened, suddenly realising what she’d just done in the middle of the restaurant, without even bothering to check whether anyone was watching. She looked around in a panic, tugging her dress back down as she did so, and then bowed her head and covered her bright red face with one hand.

Thomas held the panties before him, studying them with a neutral expression, as if they were a vaguely interesting museum exhibit. But the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes kept flicking up to the knickers’ squirming owner. “Very nice,” he remarked.

“Put them away,” she hissed, giggling uncontrollably.

“I was thinking I might use them as a napkin,” he commented, unable to suppress his grin any longer. “But they are a little... damp. I must say, though,” he added, raising them to his nose and taking a deep whiff, “they do smell delicious. That’s done wonders for my appetite, I’ll tell ya...”

“Oh my God,” she spluttered, burying her face in both hands now. She’d never been so embarrassed in her life - and she was so, so turned on. She crossed her legs, hoping to stop her wetness from spreading to her dress and her seat.

Grinning, he tucked the panties into his jacket’s inside pocket. A minute or two later they received their meals, and Jordan eagerly tucked into her sea bass, barely pausing between mouthfuls. Being enthralled and compelled to perform humiliating acts in public was hungry work. They kept chatting, but the conversation was naturally more stilted than before as they were eating.

At one point, Thomas said something in Gaelic, smiling wickedly as his eyes glowed with magical power once again. Jordan gulped, sitting still and staring at him for a moment as she felt her mind absorb his instructions, a rabbit in crimson headlights. Unlike before, she had no idea what he’d said - over the past eight years of their casual CNC relationship, he’d conditioned her to consciously understand him when he spoke Aramaic, but to only retain his commands subconsciously when he used Gaelic. Ironic, since she actually knew some Gaelic and not a word of Aramaic - and that was exactly why he’d done it that way around.

Her face reddened again as she waited for whatever he’d told her to take effect. To her surprise, nothing seemed to happen. “What did you do?” she sighed, smiling warily.

“You’ll find out,” he teased.

“Oh, dear Christ...”

“I could’ve done anything,” he said matter-of-factly. “I could’ve told you something that might not take effect for days to come. I could’ve changed something about you on a fundamental level, something you might never even notice...”

“I hate you,” she mumbled.

“Maybe I changed the way you say and spell a certain word,” he teased. “For instance, I could have you say ‘Valentime’s Day’. And you’d know it’s wrong, but you wouldn’t be able to say it the right way. You wouldn’t be able to remember the right way, and even if someone told you what it was, you’d keep saying it wrong. You’d tell your students, and they’d make fun of you mercilessly, wouldn’t they? A bunch of seven-year-olds, who can spell better than their hopeless bimbo teacher? How absurd...”

“That is so mean!” She blinked. “But I know it’s ‘Valentine’s Day’. So that’s not it.”

“Of course not,” he snorted. “I’m not just gonna tell you what I’ve done. Where’s the fun in that?”

She gave him the finger. Unfazed, he winked at her and ate a mouthful of sirloin steak.

A couple of minutes of relative silence passed, with Jordan now too flustered to form many coherent words. A waiter approached them, smiling pleasantly. “Is everything alright for you?”

“I’m a ravening slut, and I’m gonna let him do whatever the hell he wants with me,” Jordan told them earnestly.

Their eyes went wide in surprise. “I - I’m sorry, ma’am?”

“She said everything’s lovely, thank you,” Thomas said, his eyes and voice layered with dark magic once again. The waiter visibly relaxed, their genial demeanour returning as quickly as it had disappeared, and they went on their way. Jordan hid her face in her hands again, cursing her demon baby daddy under her breath. He watched her squirm in her seat, smiling fondly, as he finished his meal.

The second he swallowed his last mouthful, she leaned forwards and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

He licked his lips, already reaching for the pocket containing his wallet. “Thought you’d never ask.”

***

On their way back to his hotel, Thomas compelled Jordan to pull up her dress and flash him whenever she thought she could get away with it. The cold night air did nothing to help her cunt’s needy throbbing, and neither did the risk of being seen by passers-by. Thankfully, no-one did, and they soon reached the hotel, where the limo was already parked outside, Elodie sitting in the driver’s seat reading a crime novel, waiting for them to finish their date. Thomas strolled past without attempting to get her attention, Jordan scurrying after him.

They exchanged a brief greeting with a friendly receptionist, a red-haired girl in her early twenties who seemed particularly pleased to see Thomas. “She was cute,” Jordan whispered as they headed for the lift. “And she was into you. I bet the urge to control her is especially hard to resist!”

He grinned crookedly, waving a dismissive hand. “Probably wouldn’t have worked anyway, I smelt magic on her.”

Jordan’s eyes widened. “Another demon?!”

“Oh no, no, nothing like that kinda power - but she’s definitely got a few crumbs at least. Whether she even knows it or not is another matter. Might even be an apprentice witch,” he mused as they stepped inside the empty lift, the door sliding shut behind them.

Jordan nodded, listening with genuine interest, even as she raised her dress and exposed her soaking wet mound again. “You ran into a lot of witches?”

“A few each century,” he replied, directly addressing her snatch, which felt beautifully degrading. “We try and keep outta their way for the most part - some witches can be pretty moralistic, to the point where they even try to kill demons when they meet them. Having said that, some are a bit more... flexible.” He punctuated the word by stroking her slit with one outstretched finger.

“I bet,” she gasped, quivering helplessly as she lifted her dress even higher. Then the doors slid open, and she immediately dropped it and tried to look innocent. To her great relief, the corridor outside was empty (although she was aware, on some level, that Thomas could’ve dealt with it if anyone had seen her), and they got to his room without incident.

Rapidly transforming into his hulking demonic form as soon as the door was closed, Thomas unceremoniously raked a talon down Jordan’s back, the razor-sharp tip slicing through both her dress and her bra strap with a single stroke, leaving a thin scratch mark on the skin beneath. Yelping in surprise and pain, she spun around and pouted at her monstrous lover, her garments unfolding and dropping to the floor as she did so. “OK, y-you owe me a new dress, pal,” she stuttered, trying to sound defiant even though her knees were knocking together.

“Of course,” he said graciously, his devilish form’s voice rumbling like thunder. His engorged muscles had shredded his own clothes, much like the Hulk. Although they were both naked, it was hard to feel as though they were on even ground. Laid bare before her satanic lover, Jordan felt more like cornered prey than ever.

“I g-guess it’s time for the main event...” She stepped close to him, and he wrapped his tree-trunk arms around her and pulled her into a hug, pressing her soft flesh against his smooth, hardened skin. She felt so tiny, a little doll dwarfed by a giant demon. She couldn’t help humping his leg, rubbing her drooling cunt against his thigh.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Such a needy little slut, so ready for me to bury myself deep inside you...”

She whimpered. “Y-yeah... only, only - I know I’m just your powerless fuckslave and you can do whatever you want with me...” She gazed up into his burning red eyes beseechingly. “B-but can you avoid knocking me up again, please? One little monster’s quite enough for the time being!”

He gave a laugh that registered 4.2 on the Richter scale. “My breeding time isn’t for another forty-odd years,” he reminded her. Then he arched a scarlet eyebrow. “But if you’re so concerned about it, I’ll just have to come at this from another angle...”

She swallowed hard, trembling violently.

His predatory smile accentuated his wicked fangs. “Are you ready?”

“For like two hours!” she giggled.

He released her from his embrace, and she tottered backwards in the direction of the bed. But before she could get there, he gestured with a clawed hand - and she let out a squeal as she was lifted off the floor, turning into a horizontal position as she slowly levitated higher, until she was hanging suspended in mid-air, her limbs flailing around her. Her initial panic disappeared, replaced by breathless excitement, as she quickly realised what was happening.

Thomas stepped towards her, positioning himself between her legs (at which point she realised she was still wearing her heels). “Now, I know I’ve already eaten,” he snickered, “but this devil needs his lunch.” Before she could respond, he bent forwards and ran his magenta tongue along her cunt lips, lapping up as much of her juices as he could in one long, deft stroke. She shuddered and bucked in the air, doing as she’d promised earlier that evening and ramming her twat into his mouth, flipping her legs up over his shoulders.

They remained locked in that embrace for a while as he ate her out, relishing her wetness at least as much as the steak earlier. She groaned and twitched and writhed, lying flat on a total absence of any support, her legs gripping his head like a vice, her arms spinning madly in the air as they searched in vain for something to grab onto. Despite knowing his powers would keep her safely suspended, the physics-defying position still enforced the fear that she could fall at any moment, and could do nothing to stop it. She was completely in Thomas’ hands, at his mercy.

She came, hard, directly into his mouth, at least six times.

Finally he pulled away, effortlessly breaking free of the tight grasp of her thighs, and stood up straight. He took hold of her with one massive hand, the flat underside of his talons pressing against her belly and back, and pulled her towards him, moving her easily through the air. Noting her trajectory, she pulled her legs closer together and raised them so she was at a right angle, knowing she couldn’t spread them widely enough to fit them around his gargantuan torso. Adjusting her position slightly so she was at a diagonal, a ‘less than’ sign with her head aimed downwards, he slotted his colossal cock into her arse.

There was no way it could possibly fit, and yet it did. She dimly wondered if the same magic that transformed him from human to demon and back could also alter the shape of his dick as it slid inside her, so it fit into her tight hole. Just about, anyway - as he plunged deeper and deeper inside her, she felt not a single inch of free space within her arse. She lowed like a cow and clung onto her jiggling tits for dear life as he began to slowly thrust inside her.

She’d never taken it up the arse before meeting Thomas, but she’d had plenty of experience in the years since. But never quite like this - they’d played around with his telekinetic powers before, but he’d never fucked her while she was upside down. It was bizarre, insane - and fantastic.

But at some point, after who knew how much time had passed, or how many orgasms she’d had... he turned her. He let go of her torso, and with his enormous phallus still impaling her, he began to slowly rotate her like a rotisserie chicken. Her eyes went as wide as they possibly could as she felt herself swivel on his massive manhood (or should that be demonhood?), and found herself making involuntary babbling whimpers.

The right way up at last, she went completely limp, her head, arms and legs hanging down towards the floor far below her, weeping with ecstasy. He started to fuck her with much more speed and vigour than before, slamming his prick into her depths. Her eyes rolled back, and she grunted and panted like an animal, still dangling like a ragdoll as he absolutely railed her. The pleasure, the pain, the fear, the helplessness, they were overloading her, fracturing her mind. She could barely remember her own name at this point. She had been reduced to a tiny, mewling thing in the demon’s invisible grasp, just a cocksocket for him to use for his relief.

He climaxed with a deafening roar, pulling out as he did so, though the free space he left behind was taken up by his thick, warm cum. Moments later she felt herself being gently lowered onto the bed below her. (When had they moved above the bed??) Shifting back to human form, he strolled over to the door, his tattered clothes hanging off him, to check if they had been overheard and dispel the fears of anyone concerned by the noise.

Jordan remained sprawled on top of the duvet, so utterly exhausted that movement was impossible, drooling on the pillow, her lover’s semen drooling out of her crack. She felt wrung out, crumpled, turned inside out, used and discarded like an old sock. It was fucking glorious. Thomas laid down beside her and snuggled up close, fondling her butt lovingly, burying his face in her golden hair, whispering sweet nothings to her in Gaelic as his eyes pulsated with hellfire. She gurgled feebly at the sound of words she knew she should understand, but couldn’t, altering her mind in ways she was not yet allowed to know...

***

Once Jordan had finally recovered, she and Thomas dressed in new sets of clothes he had bought prior to their date and left in the room for them. (This did not include replacement underwear for Jordan.) Then he had Elodie drive them back to Jordan’s house, cuddling his weary, overstimulated lover all the way there.

Katie was watching a panel show on TV when they returned. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of them. “Are those different clothes?”

Jordan grinned wickedly. “Maybe.”

Her best friend smirked. “I’m guessing you guys had a good evening, then?”

“He made me take my panties off in the middle of the restaurant, and then we went back to his hotel room and he fucked my arsehole raw.”

“Oh, cool,” Katie said, nodding placidly. “Well, I’m glad you got to have this night out. You deserve it after the week you’ve had.”

Eyes wide, Jordan shot a glance at Thomas, who gave her a nefariously enigmatic smile. He’d clearly given her the compulsion to confess details of their sinful night together to Katie - but why didn’t she seem concerned? Her cheeks burning, she turned back to her friend. “Yeah, well, thanks for babysitting while I was out being used as a cum rag.”

“Hey, any time.” Gathering up her belongings, Katie gave Jordan a hug and headed for the front door. “Lizzie slept like a log, no problems at all. See you soon, J - text me tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah...” As soon as the door closed behind her, Jordan turned to confront Thomas. “OK, so you’ve clearly been meddling with her a little bit...”

“Just wanted to give you an outlet to vent to about what we got up to,” he said casually, hands in his pockets. “Just for tonight, mind - the effect’ll wear off in her sleep, though she still won’t remember what you told her.”

“And you claim to avoid controlling anyone else,” she pointed out, arching an eyebrow.

He held up his hands defensively. “OK, I only do it to protect my secret... and to mess with you.” He smirked. “I might’ve controlled Katie a bit, but you’re the victim here.”

Jordan shivered. She was very aware of that.

“Thanks for a wonderful evening,” she breathed, stepping towards him. He pulled her into a tight cuddle, rubbing his hands over her back soothingly.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “For trusting me with your mind and body, even though you know what I really am. And for taking such good care of our child.” She beamed at him as he backed away, her eyes glistening.

He turned as if to leave, and then paused and looked back at her. “Say, Jordan, you’ll know this - how many ‘e’s are there in ‘teacher’?”

She narrowed her eyes, smiling suspiciously. “Two.”

“And how do you spell it?”

“I, T.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Very funny,” he said drily, smirking at her. “How do you spell ‘teacher’, teacher?”

“T, E, E, C, H, A.” After a beat, she frowned, perplexed. “Wait, that’s not right. T, E, E - T, E... oh, no,” she spluttered, blushing furiously.

Thomas glanced at a clock mounted on the wall. “Well, it’s late. I think I’d best be going, love...”

“No-no-no,” she whispered desperately, shuddering with stifled laughter, trying not to raise her voice and wake Lizzie as she pleaded for mercy. “No-no-no-no-no, you can’t leave me like this, don’t - you can’t - how do you - how do you spell ‘teecha’?” She waved her hands in the air frantically.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he said dismissively, his mouth twisting into a mischievous smile. “After all, it sounds pretty much the same, doesn’t it? And I’m sure you can get away without writing it, at least for a few days...”

“Wait, wait, wait... You shit, you are evil!”

He cackled quietly as she chased him to the door. “Perhaps a little.” Stepping through the doorway, he leaned back towards her and kissed her softly on the lips. She returned the kiss warmly, but continued to glare mutinously at him as he pulled away.

“Love you. Can’t wait to do this again,” he teased.

“I hate you, and me neither.” The flustered teecha gave him the finger once again as she pushed the door shut.